Her long legs carried her to the waters edge quickly. She stood there trying to decide which way to go. Her eyes wandered around the shoreline until they rested on a large granite outcropping a few hundred yards to her left. It looked like the prow of a ship, massive and thrusting against the green waters that lapped at it. Almost unconsciously she kicked off her sandals and started to walk toward it, the hot sand burning the tender soles of her perfectly formed feet. The only sound audible was the gentle rippling of the water as it ruffled in the light breeze.
As she drew near the huge granite rock, Sandy could see that it partially concealed a small cove. Her feet began to move faster now, anxious to see what lay beyond. Suddenly, she was there and her eyes drank in the lovely scenery. It was a perfect spot for sunbathing. The pine forest was thick and inaccessible and anyone approaching from the beach could certainly be heard. She felt like an explorer discovering an unclaimed piece of land, and the whole idea of having a private place was thrilling. The water was very still and a darker shade of green than the rest of the lake.
Sandy spread the towel on the sand and took the bottle of suntan lotion from the beach-bag. Her fingers worked expertly, spreading the dark liquid onto her firm flesh and then gently massaging it in. A strange feeling of pleasure ran through her as her hands covered the soft flesh of her inner-thighs and stomach. It was not a new feeling for her and in the past few months it had become more and more common to find her hands straying to the virginal spot where such joy could be had by the simple manipulation of her fingers.
She stretched her beautiful body out on the towel, face up, already feeling a warm glow on her skin from the hot rays of the sun. Her legs were spread slightly and the little piece of cloth that covered her pelvic area indented slightly as it traced the soft folds of her vaginal lips and the tender furrow they protected. It felt so good to be lying here, she thought to herself, not a care in the world, no adolescent surfers kicking sand on her as they played out their little games on the beach. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, just to lie here on the warm sand and try to anticipate what Jimmy's friend would be like. He just had to like her – otherwise the whole vacation would be ruined! She felt her hands gently caressing her legs as her thoughts wandered aimlessly.
"Jesus Christ! Are my eyes deceiving me or are you really there?"
Sandy's eyes flew open and she struggled to sit up, startled and frightened by the deep male voice that seemed to come from nowhere. She felt a sudden chill as her eyes focused on the hulking figure of the man standing above her.
The man was about forty, Sandy saw, dressed only in a pair of faded khaki pants rolled up to his knees. He was carrying his shirt and shoes in one hand. Despite her fear Sandy could not help noticing how handsome the man was. His dark hair was uncombed and Sandy could see that it was graying at the temples. The man was smiling at her.
"I've been coming here for years and I've never found anything like you before," the man was saying in his deep voice, a smile playing across his face, "I guess this must be my lucky day!"
"W-who are you?" was the only thing that Sandy could stammer out.
The man's shadow fell across her legs, darkening the flesh. She could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of her almost naked body, and it strangely excited her despite her fear.
"Never mind who I am, sweetheart! The question is what am I going to do with you?" The handsome older man's voice was soft and gave no hint of violence. Sandy was almost hypnotized by his easy mariner as he came closer to her and knelt down on the blanket. She could feel the sheer power surging through him as his well-muscled chest expanded and contracted. For an instant, she thought about running, but something in the man's manner made her hold back.
"Why don't you take off that swimsuit so that I can get a good look at you?" the man said matter-of-factly, his hands reaching toward her.
There was no mistaking his intentions now and the dark-haired teenager drew in her breath sharply as his hands went around her waist and held her tightly.
"Please don't hurt me," Sandy pleaded, her voice strained and quivering. She wondered if he was crazy, a maniac loose from some institution, and she was afraid to cry out for fear that the older man might suddenly go berserk and strangle her. Besides, she realized, there was no one close enough to hear or help her. She quickly stifled her panic, deciding resignedly that it would be best not to do anything that would provoke him.
"Baby, if you don't take that thing off I'll do it myself!" the dark-haired man said, his voice hardening and his boring brown eyes staring straight into hers. One of his hands released her waist and poised menacingly over the small bit of cloth that restrained her breasts.
"Take it off!" he ordered again, savagely this time.
Sandy's hands slowly reached around her back and pulled the straps of the bikini top free. A slow blush covered her face and upper body as she felt the cloth fall into her lap. My God, she sobbed inwardly, this can't really be happening to me! To deny herself sexual pleasure all of these years only to lose her virginity to some madman. And she had no doubt that she was about to lose her chastity to the leering man. She held herself perfectly still, afraid to look at him or to make any sudden movements.
The man slowly reached out to brush his fingers lovingly over her soft breasts. Even without looking up at him, Sandy could feel his eyes on her breasts. The sudden nakedness of her pink nipples made them grow hard with involuntary excitement as they sprang out into the cooler air. She tried to resist the excitement growing in her loins as she followed the path of his suntanned hand, his fingers trailing lewdly across her glistening skin.
"Never be ashamed of your own nakedness, honey. You have beautiful breasts," the man said soothingly. Sandy watched as his hand covered her whiteness that appeared bright in contrast to his tanned skin, and he slowly rubbed his palms over the full twin mounds. The sensation of his touch was echoing through her body. She felt goose-bumps on her arms in answer to the pleasure and fear she felt, and it seemed as if her nerves moved closer to the surface of her skin. Suddenly, the powerful man moved forward and his mouth opened obscenely to suck one of her hard little nipples inside it.
"Ooooohhhh!" Sandy exclaimed, unable to disguise the sudden pleasure the man's sucking mouth was giving her. As his moist lips closed around her sensitive nipple, a liquid warmth seemed to envelop her. For the moment at least, her fears were forgotten as she experienced the most pleasant feelings she could ever remember. As if through instinctive reaction, she wrapped her arms around his head to hold him firmly to her excited breast. In response to her gesture, the man pulled the hardened pink nipple into his hot mouth, his teeth nipping lightly at the flesh.
There was something strange about the sensation it gave her, and she wondered if it was because the man was a complete stranger to her. The helpless teenager was not at all sure what was happening to her but despite her fears, she wanted it to continue. Some primitive instinct within Sandy whispered soothingly that this might be the most important encounter of her young life. Other boys had tried to make out with her, of course, despite how closely her parents watched her. But those encounters had been different – usually just frantic grapplings in the back seats of old cars. She had always managed to keep the upper hand, even though she had been sorely tempted on several occasions to give in to the fumbling fingers of boys as inexperienced as herself.